Speaking of towels, the girls and I are on the cape this week with Nana and The Laundry King, otherwise known as my dad. Last night after we took baths Rebecca was in ecstasy because my dad dries the towels in the dryer.
"So fluffy!" she gushed.
"So soft!" she trilled.
"Mommy! When will you start using the dryer again? Our towels are like cardboard compared to these!" she cried.
I wish that I were exaggerating. The misery of her childhood knows no end.
Anyway, tomorrow my children are going on a whale watch with my folks which means that I must face the inevitable end of summer and begin to plan a years worth of learning.
For many mothers, the end of summer heralds freedom as their
While my own
The end of summer is bittersweet, but having a day at the bookstore by myself? Pure sweet.